Challis Power

Writing at times seems like “mission impossible,” especially when it comes to recording events that I know I won’t be able to find words to describe.   So a feeble attempt.             I took leave from the mission from December 7 to December 14 and flew to Kansas, using new baby Wesley as my reason for absence.   I did get cuddle time--and pacing time--with him and also time to enjoy my other Kansas kids.   Not enough time.   When it was time to leave, 3-year-old Benson spread himself wide across the door and told me, “Don’t you dare!”    A grandma divided is a mix of happy-sad—always.             The week before Kansas, some of Elder Challis’ siblings joined us for dinner and a walk through the lights.   Cold noses, but warm hearts.   The two of us have discovered that the best time to walk through the lights is at 6 am.   We have “the place all to ourselves.”   I think it would take me a very long time not to be amazed at the sight every single morning, especially with the tem

I hope it’s true that pictures are “worth a thousand words” because I am too tired on a Sunday night for many words.   And looking at the schedule next week, I see there won’t be time to “multiply many words.”                Seven  reasons to give thanks for the week:                 We had company!  Helen Walton spent Sunday afternoon with us. So nice!  We had a warm and wonderful Thanksgiving with the Moon Family, filled with turkey, the best fresh cranberry sauce, rolls, and pumpkin pie—and Turkey Bingo.   We were safe in the snow—and what a beautiful sight it was walking around in huge flakes early Thursday morning. The lights are on in Temple Square. We witnessed the sealing of Elder Challis’ niece in the beautiful Payson Temple. We broke our fast today with Christopher, Melissa, Harrison, Mary, and June.  Then we watched "Prince of Peace" for FHE.   AND our twenty-third grandchild was born the day after Thanksgiving in Kansas:   Wesley Aquilla Chall